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Annabeth

AN: And that was all I was able to do before you guys began freaking out. Just so you know that I called this.

THE DAY LEO AND PIPER WERE CAUGHT IN THE ATHENA CABIN

"Hey, Percy," Annabeth called out, "did you hear that?"

"No," Percy replied, still speaking into his pillow.

Annabeth and Percy had gotten tired of the campfire and had headed off to Annabeth's cabin. They had seen the silhouette of two people inside, and Annabeth's first thought was that it was the Stoll brothers trying to prank her and her siblings again. But it had turned out just to be Piper and Leo.

Piper had refused to tell her what they had been looking for. Actually, no, Annabeth recalled. She hadn't refused. She had just… what had she said? Her memory was a bit muffled in that certain area.

Once they left, she had heard their talk recede from the cabin. But then she heard someone cry out in panic. Piper? Probably, but whatever caused her to scream made sure it wasn't fatal. Annabeth had seen her the next morning completely unscathed. But Piper had been distracted with something.

But what?

-o-O-o-

THE PRESENT

Piper hadn't been seen anywhere, and neither had Leo. Nobody seemed to notice, but Annabeth did. She loved a good mystery. It was in her non-existent godly DNA.

She first needed to figure out what Piper and Leo had been looking for. She tried to remember all the books they had been reading when caught, but there had been several, most being too thick to read in one lifetime.

Annabeth picked up the first one. Maybe they had scribbled notes down in the margins. She did that sometimes. She flipped to the Table of Contents, then briefly through the book. Nothing. Then the next book. Still, nothing arose.

By then Annabeth grew tired. Maybe Piper just had to leave camp early, and Leo went with her. This whole thing was stupid. Still, she felt something was up. An instinct told her so. She sighed and flipped through her third book.

There. On one of the first pages. Someone had circled the name Kronos, and by how deep and thick the pencil lines were Annabeth could tell they had been frustrated.

Okay, so you have a name. Now what?

Well, what did she know about that guy?

Please. Save me the emotional trauma.

Annabeth sighed and closed the book. Maybe trying to figure out what they had been trying to figure out was too complicated. She needed to start small.

Such as… where the heck did they go?

She visited her boyfriend at his cabin. He was reading Olympus Daily, some newspaper the gods had decided to start.

"This is ridiculous," he told her, noticing Annabeth at the doorframe. "Aphrodite has some column about love and actually had the guts to ask people to send in their feedback. Does she know how much hate she'll be recieving? Listen to this. 'Zeus and Artemis would totally be good for each other. They're both strong-willed people and are completely sexist.' I think we have Thalia's next victim right here."

"That's nice," Annabeth said. "Can I come in?"

"Sure," he replied, tossing the booklet casually onto the floor. Annabeth noticed that the weather column was constantly changing around a map of the United States. "What's up?"

"Have you seen Piper and Leo lately?" she asked, getting straight to the point.

This took Percy a moment to figure out. "Leo… and Piper… Aren't those Aphrodite kids?"

"Only Piper is. Leo is Hephaestus."

"Well, come on. It's a miracle I know who they even are. This blasted camp has too many blasted campers."

"You're one of those blasted campers."

"Yeah, but I'm different. I'm BKD."

Pause.

"I'm sorry, Percy, but unless you mean a 'Barbie Kid Doll' I have no idea what that means."

Percy grinned. "Before Kronos Died."

Annabeth groaned and threw a pillow at his head. "I think I'm just going to find them myself, then," she said. "I need to ask them something."

"Hey, can I go with you?" Percy asked. "Some Ares camper with only nine-and-a-half fingers challenged me to a duel yesterday and now my back hurts like heck. And I'm bored."

Annabeth helped him to his feet and they walked out of the cabin holding hands.

"Where do you think you're going to find them?" Percy asked.

"I don't know," said Annabeth with a grin. "Yet."

-o-O-o-

The Stoll brothers were outside their cabin, creating some sort of miniature version of a doomsday device. When they saw Annabeth and Percy approaching them they quickly tried to cover their tracks by throwing their tools underneath the cabin and trying to hide the device with their backs.

"Hi, Annabeth. Percy," said Travis weakly. "What's up?"

"We need some help with finding someone," said Annabeth. "Your father is the god of travellers, and thus as well as lost people. We need to find some lost people."

"Mmhmm..." Connor said, sounding uninterested and bored. "What makes you think that we'll help you?"

"Because I have half a mind to break both of your arms for planting spiders in my cabin a few weeks ago," Annabeth replied. "And that's exactly what I plan to do if you don't help us."

Travis and Connor shared quick glances, both knowing that they couldn't out-fight Percy and Annabeth but wondering if they could still outrun them. "Okay, we'll help you," Travis decided. "When we prank people, we usually have to hide afterwards. So we know just the place to search. What area usually doesn't have lots of campers around it?"

Neither Annabeth nor Percy knew the answer to this question.

Connor sighed. "The forest, idiots," he said, instantly regretting he had called them idiots. "I mean, kind... nice... people-who-don't-hold-grudges people." He winced, turning to his brother. "Did that sound as bad as I thought it did?"

Travis nodded. "Anyway," he continued, "the first place to look is inside the forest, then if not around, and finally—"

"Behind," Annabeth finished, realizing this. She grabbed Percy's arm. "Come on. We have to go."

As she led him away, she turned back to the Stoll brothers. "And don't you even think about pranking my cabin again," she threatened. "Or I will keep my promise and break both your arms."

And then she was gone.

"So… this baby goes to the Apollo cabin instead?" Connor wondered, gesturing their device.

Travis sighed. "It appears so," he replied.

Better send your prayers to the Apollo cabin. (They're gonna need it).

And Thomas (as he tried to duel Percy).

Anyway, review on how much you freaked out when you saw Annabeth's POV. Admit it. I know AT LEAST half of you did. (And I'm talking to all the people who said Percabeth needed to be in the story. You know who you are.)